Desperatelyslutty

guy who notices a remote left on a bench, looking around for where it's come from and clicking it on-off-on-off trying to locate which TV or speaker it's connected, not hearing or seeing any difference as he turns volume up or presses the power button

...only when he presses the pause button, does he realise that the gym gets significantly more quiet.

like, really quiet.

no more metal clanks or grunt or chatter or squeaky footsteps of trainers against the rubbery floor...

because everyone is motionless.

it's uncanny. how still everyone is. and it's even weirder that he is the only one that's able to move.

he's hesitant in moving, yet as he moves he realises that everyone else remains frozen in time. only when he presses the play button of the remote does everyone begin moving again.

it's enough to send anyone into confusion, and so only after pausing and unpausing everyone many a time does the man realise that he's got the power to do anything.

nobody notices when he moves from one side of the rom to the other in the pause-time. nor do they respond to a tap on the shoulder done when they're frozen once they're back to their senses.

truly, this remote grants him the do whatever he wants with nobody noticing.

once he's gained enough confidence, that's when things start to get fun.

making out with someone when their body is frozen in time but their flesh is still pliable is an odd sensation, he realises, but he definitely finds it a lot more fun to move on to a girl who's halfway through a pullup - chin just pulled up the the bar - choosing to tug her vest down and remove her bra so that her tits can flop out on top of the black material - and when he unpauses his remote-

he does his best not to instantly drop his mouth to watch her return to motion, completing her pull up and lowering herself down - her gaze lowering to her chest & upon realising her breasts are exposed, letting go of the bar so that her tits ripple deliciously as she hits the floor, gasping and hastily pulling her vest away from her body to scoop her heavy boobs back behind the material of her top, covering herself up once more and spinning around to see whether anyone had seen her in her vulnerable state

of course, he had.

and his cock was hardened beneath his gym shorts in a way that made half his blood flow down to his shaft, the other half stimulating his brain and giving him the smart idea to pause the gym once more

he ran over to the same girl, deciding it would be fun to pants her and see how she responded to that, picking her up and placing her a few feet away from her original location so that now she was stood besides the weights in a more densely crowded area

that way, when he unpaused with the remote...

the girl looked confused initially, wondering why she was in a new location - before looking down and seeing her gym shorts down to her ankles in the wife gym mirrors to the side - catching peoples' gaze in the mirror, who ogled at her now bare ass, gasping and covering her mouth in horror before bending over to pull her shorts back up and protect her decency

PAUSE!

it's almost too fun to stop now, and so in the paused limbo, the man with the remote decides to take one of the men nearby and uncurl his fingers from his weights - instead taking both hands and repositioning his fingers, before sticking two from one hand into her pussy, another two into her puckered backhole, so that when he unpaused the man was horrified to see himself knuckle deep in a exposed woman in the gym, while the girl felt her holes filled and clench around two foreign fingers, before they were pulled out of her with horror and a confused stammer

the girl was confused and horrified and embarrassed

the fingerer was equally confused

and the rest of the gym that had seen was silently watching with wide eyes

the girl did the understandable thing of sprinting to the ladies room to process whether what had just happened was real - and being a gentleman, the man with the remote chose not to pause her.

instead, he simply slipped away into that same changing room a couple minutes later, when it seemed nobody else was heading in

walking into the ladies room, it was all empty, nobody in stalls, the main space, nor the lockers - only noise coming from a showerhead in one of the cubicles that had a flimsy plastic curtain for privacy.

it was obvious who was in there - the girl with the heavy tits and unlucky streak of being pantsed and humiliated in the gym just because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time

the man's hand curled around the remote in his pocket, getting ready to pause when he realised...

...he didn't have to pause it

nobody was heading in or out of the changing rooms - nobody would hear and there was no risk of anyone pointing him out as someone responsible for any of the indecent happenings in the gym...

and no, rather, he wanted to see the face of this girl as he terrorised her even further. she had such a cute little expression of horror and embarrassment as she would struggle to pull her clothes up - and the man couldn't held but wonder what that expression would look like if he were fucking her simultaneously

and so, the man took his shorts off, and his shirt - leaving the remote outside the cubicle before pushing past the plastic curtains and disturbing the girl having a peaceful shower to wash away her awful experience in the gym - naked and vulnerable in the shower cubicle, he firmly held her hands as she struggled and screamed - crying as she realised that her misfortune in the gym wasn't over just yet, as his hard cock rubbed her lower stomach and trailed further south as her babbles and cries rendered useless to putting this awful day to an end

You could hear the porn as you entered the room. It didn't take long before you realized the moans where yours. It was a video of you masterbating furiously as you described the first time your husband raped you. How powerless you felt. How ashamed you couldn't fight him off. How he taunted you with your weakness. The men laughing at you. Starting the video over so you could watch it with them.

Them lifting my top up and pulling my tits out, as I gasp and try to cover them with my hands, so they take my wrists, bring them behind my back, and ask a stranger to hold them there. They start groping and squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples to get me to yelp and squirm, all while the stranger holding my wrists starts to rub their bulge against my hands.

then you kiss my body while i whimper in protest. i won't like it i won't, i won't like that you're lips are on me that's sick i said no i won't. until your lips reach my neck and my mind goes blank.

i hear you praising me but i'm so blissed out by your assult that i can't make out the words. i moan into your mouth as you steal a kiss from my open lips and explore my mouth and toy with my limp tounge.

your finger starts circling my hard, wet clit as i buck and moan. my body is on fire in the most painfully pleasurable way i've ever imagined. something warm and hard pushes past my folds and i melt, trying and failing to speak over your praises.

this is wrong. you're raping me. but i'm too cockdrunk to move. you lay your whole body on top of mine and get harder and faster with every stroke until i gasp aloud. you steady and slow your strokes. "nonononough ahhuhh". My vision goes white and my body bucks into yours. i cum. and as you fill me with your seed, you start marking your object with your teeth.

You're welcomed into the party and it's been pretty chill. It's for a newer work friend and some of his college friends, some of your other coworkers, some of them bringing partners, and there's some drinking and smoking and music and games - but when someone suggests truth or dare, a group of you jump at the chance to do something interesting.

It starts off easy: truth, did they really hook up with that old boss ("no, but I wish"), dare, go steal Crystal's drink when she isn't looking. It gets to you and you pick truth. "How many people have you slept with?"

Oh. Well. The guy asking is pretty cute and he's been respectful. If it could be that kind of night... "Not enough," you smile. "It would be fun to have at least one more..."

It's a popular answer that gets everyone's attention, and you see him and a few others lock onto you the way you wanted, as you hear the round of teasing laughs and "oohs" go around the room. You move on with a topic change for the next dare though. You have all night.

By the time it gets around to you again, the tension has built up and every question is sexual. A few people have been dared to partially undress, a few have described their favorite sex in detail, you've casually admitted to being "a bit of an exhibitionist" in response to someone else's story, and you're ready to do something about the attention you're still getting. So when the same guy asks you, you choose dare.

He hesitates for a split second. "Would you... have sex in front of other people?"

Your heart skips, then you feel it beat faster. "That sounds more like a truth."

"Just checking on some possible limits first," he smiles reassuringly.

You feel the whole room frozen, waiting for your answer, and it's intoxicating. "I think I would. So what's my dare?"

He starts moving toward you, moves your drink to the side, looms over you and kisses you. "Undress."

As you lay down underneath him in front of everyone, his hands are on you, helping you take your shirt off, and handing it to someone else in the circle. Everything else follows, even the thong you had hoped to show tonight. You're spread out under him and faintly hearing the others comment on how wet you are, and what a fun slut you're turning into, when you feel his cock at your entrance. You look down and notice he's barely pulled his jeans down to fuck you with his raw cock, while you're on full display for everyone, and you're reminded that this is your "show everything" dare, not his. And - this wasn't explicitly part of it, was it? But then his fingers are on you too and fuck he feels good, and he's pushing inside, and everyone can hear what you sound like when you're fucked, and he's praising you for it-

And then, too soon, he pulls out, and crawls further up over your body instead, and puts his wet cock on your lips, and when you open your mouth to protest he calls you a good girl and pushes it inside. And you realize the hands you can still feel on your legs can't be his, because his are in your hair, controlling how deeply you have to take his cock in your throat, and these other hands are tracing their way up your inner thighs, and new fingers are stretching you out, and pumping in and out of you while a new person settles between your spread legs, and you can't say anything around the cock in your mouth while he tells- you? Everyone? How good you feel. And this new cock lines up and pushes right into you. And everyone laughs when you kick your legs - you must be ticklish, right? - until the new guy grabs them and wraps them around his waist. And - you're just used. You're gasping for air when the first guy pulls his cock out enough, you're involuntarily moaning a little extra from feeling the next hit deep inside you from mystery man two, and then the first one's covering your face in disrespectful cum. It's over your eyes and you can't even see anymore. He fingers some back into your mouth, making you gag, then gets off you, and you finally have a chance to speak, to scream-

The next guy leans forward and chokes you as he fucks you harder. You hear others in the room cheering him on as he slams his cock into you, putting on a show. He raises your legs onto his shoulders to hit you perfectly inside, and you forget words no matter how used and worthless you feel, he's found the off button for your brain and you're his fucktoy now.

You feel him lose rhythm, going as deep as he can, and announce to the room - not to you - that he's cumming inside this slut. It doesn't matter. You don't matter. You reach down and rub to help yourself and hear a new round of cheers.

only for them to pull up my tumblr in court. forcing me to read out loud all my depraved thoughts about being raped. asking "did you write this?" "were you wet when you wrote this?" "are you wet now?" and having to say "yes, your honor" to all of them

soon, the judge and jury are all stroking themselves to my humiliation, and i know im about to have a repeat of the experience